Her juices trickled down my chin, running down my neck to my shirt.My every breath was full of her scent. I breathed in her musk as I drank her juices... Her tangy flavor stained my senses. Her hot silk rubbed on my lips as she gripped my hair, grinding her hot cunt on my face.“Yes, yes, yes, you’re my dyke-slave now,” groaned my little sister. “You’re going to worship me forever, Carmelita. I’m going to train you. I’m going to own you. I do own you. That pussy. That mouth. Those tits. I own them. "I parked in a Visitor space and was greeted by the receptionist with a prepared "guest" badge. I was "Dr. Gordon Hollister." A young man with over-long hair in a too-tight jacket greeted me and offered a damp, limp hand. He led me to an elevator and pushed the top button. "Up with the big boys," he said. I didn't bother to say anything. He led me down a hallway to a double door, knocked and said: "Here he is," when it opened. There were large windows, a meeting table, and three people. One was. That is just a taste of what we are going to do the next time we are alone."I sat up on my elbows and said"the next time? She said"oh yes I am not done with you and want you to enjoy me too.I have a great body.Would you like to see? I said "sure." She stripped down naked.She was right she was gorgeous.I think she was in her late 40's maybe 50 but her body didn't show it.She got dressed and gave me a phone number and a time to call her to set up a meeting for us. I called her and we set up a. Karen said, "I see your sense of humor is still there. GM stands forthe Girl's Mafia. When GM goes to work, all the boys will do what wegirls want."I said, "So are you going call Danica Patrick? Then set up them for astreet race."Mary giggled and said, "No, but that is a good thought."They all helped me to the nurse's office. She confirmed of what wealready knew.Mary said, "Your clothing is a mess. We can help you there."We went to the girl's locker room.Karen said, "Coach Johnson, can we use.